"I don't know," he says. He finally realizes that he shouldn't tell her even if he did, but something about this woman puts him at ease. She may be a mercenary, possibly even an assassin, yet he feels fine watching her idly drawing with Eta and Iota. Maybe his judgment is impaired?

No. He trusts her. It's something about those eyes.

"Really, I don't remember. It's been seven years at least. I--I know he tried to make me forget someone. A brother, my oldest brother. The Counselor tried to convince us that he never existed."